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With my hatchet tight in hand
I set my path on this land
Cut and slash, here and there
Dragging bodies by the hair
All the cops are after me
Your juggular is all i see
And when i die
I will not fry
Ill be sent to a place
Not many know
The Dark Carnival, is there ill go!
I set my path on this land
Cut and slash, here and there
Dragging bodies by the hair
All the cops are after me
Your juggular is all i see
And when i die
I will not fry
Ill be sent to a place
Not many know
The Dark Carnival, is there ill go!
Published 28th Feb 2011
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